Weâve all heard it: at some point, life will hand you lemons, and your task is to turn them into lemonade. But people don't tell you that sometimes you just end up with heartburn, wondering why you even tried.
Hereâs a secret: if your lemons go bad, toss âem in the trash bin and treat yourself to a milkshake instead.
A few years ago, Iâd had my share of lemons and heartburn, so I reached for my milkshake and started a new career in coding.
Let me tell you â moving into an entirely new career when youâre past your prime learning years is tough. Balancing a job, a family, and other responsibilities while learning a new skill can feel like juggling flaming torches. But if youâre thinking about it, fear not; youâre not alone.
Who am I? Iâm Marcy, and itâs a pleasure to meet you! I started coding at 36 with no degree or tech experience, just stubbornness and lots of coffee. Fast forward a few years, and Iâm a Programmer at Tighten. Letâs talk about it!
I spent the majority of my adult career as a hairstylist. I enjoyed it for a time, but after 15 years, I felt increasingly burnt out. The industry was evolving in a direction that didnât resonate with me anymore, and Iâd had enough. I no longer looked forward to work, and every morning, I searched for reasons to stay home. Thatâs when I knew I needed a fresh start.
It felt like I was stuck on a rollercoaster without brakes. Staying on was maddening, but I didnât know what else to do.
When I considered my options, my brain circled back to coding every time. Sure, I was a total newbie in the tech world, but since my Nintendo days, Iâd been fascinated by the thought that ones and zeroes shaped everything I saw on the screen. Also, who could forget the days of spicing up your MySpace profile?! With my imaginary approval from MySpace Tom, I decided to go for it.
I quickly discovered programs like FreeCodeCamp and Codecademy, and I was ready to start. I arrogantly thought, âHow hard could this be? People teach themselves to code all the time.â But I hit the first of a few difficult moments when I realized I had forgotten how to learn.
At that point, I hadnât been in an academically structured setting since high school. And then the embarrassment started. Iâd already (boisterously) expressed my intentions to become a coder to anyone who would listen. How would it look if I quit now? Would everyone think Iâm stupid? Was I stupid?
Today, I know this is imposter syndrome, and, oh boy, that wasnât the last time she reared her ugly head.
So, in search of structure, I joined a full-time boot camp. I was beyond excited, planning to attend school Monday through Friday and keep some shifts at the salon. A girlâs gotta pay her bills, right?
Welp! Life handed me one of those infamous lemons we spoke of, and after a few weeks, I realized how unsustainable that was. I was coding 60-70 hours a week and had no time or energy for anything else. I was EXHAUSTED. I left the salon before the month ended and took out a bank loan to survive.
It was so disheartening. Why did I have to work twice as long as everyone else? Iâm now thousands of dollars in debt and unemployed for the first time since I was 16 years old. What have I gotten myself into?
That was the first time I considered quitting.
While the class was what I wanted (structure, deadlines, homework), I was so self-conscious that I was the oldest student by at least a decade, and theyâd all finished the self-paced programs that I gave up on. They cranked out assignments while I struggled to understand how a for
loop works. I remember that, on one occasion, we had to create a small React app. No CRUD yet, nothing crazy. While my classmates presented their projects, I made such a weird bug that the instructor couldnât even fix it. I am still trying to figure out what I did wrong today!
After a couple of months and countless hours of frustration, I was on the verge of giving up again. It felt entirely hopeless. And then, one day, everything changed.
On this day, my instructor could tell something was off with me, and he called me in to talk. We sat in an empty conference room, and I was confident he would inform me I was being kicked out. To my surprise, he asked: âWhatâs going on with you today?â I immediately started crying my eyes out. Iâm talking Kim Kardashian style.
Without much choice and between hiccups, I told him everything.
He gave me a moment to catch my breath and finally asked me a question that was so simple and yet completely shifted how I think about things, even today: âWhy donât you ask for more help?â
I tried to think of an excuse, anything to save my ego, but I couldnât. Instead, I sheepishly told him that I was embarrassed. I compared myself to the other students who donât ask as many questions and couldnât understand why I donât click with the course material the way they do.
His response changed everything:
âFirst of all, they do ask questions,â he told me. âThey DM me instead of speaking up because theyâre self-conscious, too. None of us knows everything and never will. Some kids learn to read at four, and some learn to read at 8. It doesnât matter how old you are when you start. We all start at the beginning. Ask questions! Thatâs how we learn.â
So youâre telling me you have to learn things to know them?
I walked back to the class, bleary-eyed, my mind racing, trying to absorb what I had just learned. Later, when a discussion about JavaScript came up, and I was quiet as usual, my instructor made eye contact and gave me a look. âSpeak up!â it said.
With my face hot and my pride swallowed, I asked my classmate, âCan you explain what you mean?â He smiled and said, âOf course!â We worked together on the problem until I understood. We laughed, chatted, and complained about how weird JavaScript is. He didnât care how old I was. No one thought I was stupid. We were all just learning and having fun! The only person in that room that gave a damn about any of that was me.
I recently put out a survey to collect insights from others who chose coding as their new career. Their ages ranged from 27-50s, from students to CEOs. Some top takeaways are:
The reasons theyâd changed careers were as diverse as the individuals themselves. Some wanted to work for themselves, and others were recovering from divorce or burnout from retail. Some sought more creativity, while others wanted to leave the service industry. One person shared that they wanted to change to a career where they could work from home to manage their anxiety.
Everyone faced or is facing different challenges. Here are a few specific responses folks shared in my survey:
So what does this all mean? Coding is hard. Itâs that simple. No matter who you are, how old you are, or how many sweet tricks you can do on a skateboard, we all need the same thing: time, persistence, and remembering no one cares about your hangups but you.
Iâll be honest: I still struggle with imposter syndrome. I still question myself and probably always will. But in these moments, Iâll try to remember how far Iâve come. I went from sobbing in a conference room to working my dream job in just a few years.
At Tighten, we thrive on learning. Asking questions, sharing knowledge, and pair programming are all ingrained into our culture. I am surrounded by brilliant programmers who reach out to each other without hesitation daily. Whether youâre an apprentice or the CEO, it makes no difference. None of us knows everything, and we never will.
I hope my experience encourages you to ask the questions you think are trivial! You wonât be the first to ask and certainly wonât be the last. No matter where your journey began, we have all struggled to understand how a for
loop works at some point. Some of us were just a little older when we did. Whatâs important is that you keep going.
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